Mystery

The child was born on Christmas Day
Born to save the world
But long before the world began
He knew His death was sure
The pain and strife secured
Mystery
How He came to be a man
But greater still
How His death was in His plan
God predestined that His Son would die
And He still created man
Oh, what love is this
That His death was in His hands
The Christmas trees
They glow so bright
With presents all around
But Christmas brought a tree of life
With blood that sacrificed
The greatest gift in life
Mystery
How He came to be a man
But greater still
How His death was in His plan
God predestined that His Son would die
And He still created man
Oh, what love is this
That His death was in His hands
I am just a man and
Can’t begin to comprehend
When You look into these traitor’s eyes
What do You see that justifies the Lamb?
God predestined that His Son would die
And He still created man
Oh, what love is this
That His death was in His plan
Mystery, mystery